Charly Boy Writes On Terrorism...
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As usual it is another blockbuster.
I remember growing up as a teen in Port Harcourt at number 11 Ohafia
street, those were the good old days just before our independence. I was
a very playful kid, always rallying around me playmates who were often
not in the class of kids that my parents would have loved for me to
associate with. My parents I remember always frowned at my choice of
friends, they wanted me to keep the company of their friends children
who also went to very private schools like me but those ones were no fun
to be with, I preferred the company and friendship of the drivers and
cooks children, they were more free and had no airs about them. In those
days, I always wondered why they didn't have as many toys as I had, or
why they never had their own rooms to themselves.
Many years down, I no longer wonder why…………
After I paid off my parents what I owed them by obtaining a masters
degree in communication. I set in motion and activated my dream of
becoming an outstanding entertainer by building The CharlyBoy brand.
Seven years of hardship, self doubt and obnoxious poverty paid off. My
tenacity and consistency made me resolute in the pursuit of my dream. I
won against all odds. The brand became a Force. I mingled with all, gave
hope to the less privileged, those who suffered injustice, advocated
for the rights and respect of entertainers, jumped around with Nigerian
students, okada riders, physically challenged, military pensioners,
Nigerian widows, I became the voice of the voiceless. I built a cult
follower-ship, that made the powers that be, uncomfortable. Even before
my career started, I had always known I would pitched my tent with the
masses. The Ajebutter crowd had never been my thing! So I was never
afraid of living in their mists. From the CharlyBoy bus stop in Gbagada,
to the CharlyBoy boulevard in Abuja, I felt safe living among the
people even-though I could afford to live in very exclusive areas.
Hummmm I felt untouchable, until.............
My night of terror!!!
You never know how safe you are till your space is violated, until you
have been terrorized and traumatized. I had my own 9/11 one fateful
night in September 2011 about 11.30pm. The peace of the Punk Palace was
shattered. My wife and I were rudely awakened by screaming, shouting,
general pandemonium at my gate. I quickly zoomed in my CCTV to see what
the commotion was about. I saw my two security guards trying to contain
an intruder who had invaded my residential home. In the confusion that
ensured, I picked up one of my automatic pistol and headed to the gate
house to see what was going on. Meanwhile I kept hearing the screaming
and breaking of glasses. My wife was visibly shaken, I didn't really
know what to make of it but I felt safer with my gun in my hand. As I
came face to face with the intruder I heard him chanting Allah hakuba,
it then dawned on me what I was dealing with. One quick look around, I
saw the windscreen of all my cars had all been broken by the intruder.
There was blood scattered everywhere apparently he had cut the ears of
one of my security guards and had stabbed the other in the chest. As I
raised my pistol to shoot this motherf**ker, the sound I heard was,
click!!!!! I forgot to load that particular gun. By the time I ran
upstairs to get my Ak47, the man had escaped leaving my security guards
seriously injured. Through out that night all the policemen at the
neighborhood police post and I searched all over for the intruder and
never found him. Since then I have bought more guns, taught my wife how
to shoot and put a disclaimer in front of my house with this signage. WE
SHOOT TO KILL. I swear that man would have been my first Kill.
OUR COLLECTIVE FIGHT AGAINST 9/11
Terrorism is as old as man. Be it car jacking with a weapon, kidnapping,
armed robbery, even one chance. To spread terror is terrorism. Goths
used it against the Romans, CIA used it on Cuba, Boko Haram is using it
on us and ISIS is using it against the world. But despite all the fear
they terrorists instill in us, we must overcome this evil. Darkness can
never overshadow light.
Remember when the brothers in the Niger delta began their militancy by kidnapping oyibos, now it's big business for some.
Violence begets Violence but this violence is not what we understand.
My violence will be for self preservation not for self proclamation. I
will shoot to kill who ever trespasses me and mine, not who I trespass.
Our leaders need to understand that the war on terror if not handled
properly may just be futile. There are terrorists in every country. The
task of leadership is to ensure that they don't become a threat to the
lives and property of its citizens. How effective is our fight against
terrorism in Nigeria. For how long will we continue to hear of bombings
in Nigeria? Terrorism is a mindset and a way of life for certain people
who are not just going to “give it up." And believe it or not, All
terrorists believe they're doing the right thing for their cause.
The worst kind of battle to fight is with an opponent who has nothing to
lose. This terrorists have shown you that they're not afraid to die.
But we are, because it is our fundamental human right. When one of them
sacrifices their life in a bombing, there will always be someone ready
to step up.
You will be surprised how poverty, unemployment and hopelessness can
stimulate the youths in becoming creatively evil. Our leaders are
failing to see that Terrorism can be eliminated when our youths are
literate and skilled, when poverty and hunger are eliminated, when the
youths are gainfully employed. When they stop stealing away their
future. What do you think?
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